Uncle Chen, a doctor of history, suddenly died in a pile of ancient books. When he opened his eyes again, he became a "sacrifice" to the Dahuangshi tribe - a primitive tribal leader who couldn't even protect himself from fire and relied on eating raw meat to survive.
Flint to make fire? Metallurgy and ironmaking? Use "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" as a survival manual, tame the "iron-eating beast" into a food reserve, and wear a GPS (crossed out) bone whistle tracker on the "Bifang bird"?
When modern knowledge hit the wild land, it was supposed to be a dimension-reducing blow, but when he really touched the "qi" floating in the air, saw a snake spewing poisonous mist, and a black turtle carrying a river map on its back, he was shocked to realize: the miracles in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" were never legends.
Entraining Qi, forging bones, coagulating blood... When the tribal warriors begin to knock on the door of practice, when the surrounding powerful tribes come to kill with bone spears, when the sleeping ancient gods whisper in the cracks of the tortoise shell——
Uncle Chen squeezed the bronze knife in his hand, looked at the growing tribe behind him, and suddenly understood: what he brought was not only the fire of civilization, but also the thunder that stirred up the great wilderness.
However, the "history" engraved on Ding Yi seems to have quietly changed its trajectory along the path he took. And is he, the "outsider", rewriting the myth, or has he already become a part of the myth?
"Chief, a bone with words engraved on it was dug out from the mountain col to the east!"
Uncle Chen looked up and saw that the lines on the bones were exactly the same as the last oracle bone inscription he studied before traveling through time.
